Loving someone is so easy
Being in love is an exercise.
It's quite the sordid affair to be
Loved by an inarticulate man
You claim that actions speak loud but
Language was invented to woo
Women, my love.
The heart is a bag of blood and
The moon is just another stone that
Stole the light of the sun, pine shrinks
Into a chemical reaction and
Martyrdom in the name of
Love is just a loss of another
Madman, all is pointless and
All is in vain
Without poetry.
